Cassie, Musings of a Cheshire Tart

Anytime between 10am and 8pm, please give a minimum of 2 hours notice. I can do late or early appointments with 24 hours notice.

I’m not available in the day, but available in the evening, please book today(Friday) or early Saturday. Thanks X

 

 

There are two types of women:

those who want power in the world,

and those who want power in the bedroom.

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

Hmm, which one might I be? Cassie X

All being well, I should be available as usual from 10am to 8pm with 2 hours notice, any other times can be arranged with 24 hours notice.

 

There were four things that made my day perfect; a pleasurable time spent with a darling gent, followed by an afternoon basking in the sun, then the orgasmic culinary delight of dressed crab with new potatoes and asparagus and finishing the day off curled up on my sofa with a decaff latte, watching a week’s worth of NCIS and writing this blog entry.

For two of these delights I have to thank ‘A’, obviously for your company and attentions and for my delicious gift.

The crab was divine, I could tell it had been swimming or crawling around the sea only last night and had the misfortune to be netted and prepared by ‘A’ to finally come to rest in my tummy.
Ok, that’s technically not its final resting place – but let’s not go there.

It is just as well I was dragged up proper and forbidden to talk with my mouth full or I would have been almost as vocal in my enjoyment of this meal as I am know to be when showing my appreciation of other sensual pleasures.

Just goes to show not only the way to a man’s heart is his stomach – some women are just as easily won or at least this one is – I’m easy, what’s new?

All joking aside – Thank you ‘A’ for making my day perfect.

Sorry, not available in the day time, can be available in the evening if booked 24 hours in advance

Only available from 2pm to 8pm with 2 hours notice, later in the evening please book 24 hours in advance

I’m available from 10am to 8pm with 2 houyrs notice

 

The sun is out and the temperature is soaring, so what is the one thing every person from the butchest biker to the daintiest dame cannot resist?

…Behave! I’m talking about ice cream!

So while I’m happily demolishing my Mr. Whippy; I can’t fail to notice all the other ice cream eaters around me and my geek mind clicks into action.

Result of the analysis – there are three main types of ice cream eaters, with a few inbetweeners.

First of all we have the neat and tidy ones, they give their cone or lolly a quick once over and start either at the top or the softest part and always make sure they periodically lick away any drips and runny bits.

Oh, and they keep their mouths free of incriminating evidence. Methodical and easily forgotten.

Next we have the goblins, they should only be permitted to eat ice cream when locked away in a windowless, sound proofed room with an ‘Enter at your own risk’ sign on the door.

The way they gobble down what should be savoured, slobbering half of it all over themselves and allowing passersby an intimate insight into their mastication/melting process is just not attractive and very difficult to erase from memory – I wonder how much a partial lobotomy would cost?

Finally the XXX-rated folks, it is excitingly obscene the way multi coloured phallic symbols glide between red lips, pink tongues gently lap at white creamy mounds and eager mouths suck at delicious spheres of icy goodness.

And that’s just the men, never mind the ladies! Woah, it’s enough to wet any red blooded girlie’s panties and you can’t tell me that any bloke can deny feeling a little twitch in his pants.

Phew, since I’m not expecting company for tonight I’m off for a cold shower, hmm, I could test drive my new showerhead…

Oh, and if you want to find out what category of ice cream eaters I fall into, you’ll just have to buy me one and watch!

Don’t do it behind the garden gate.

Love is blind but the neighbors ain’t!

(Anonymous)

Then again it’s their own fault for looking! Cassie x